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Now we can say that nothings lost |
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And only change brings 'round the prophecy |
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Well now it's melting the solid frost |
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Was once a veil on greener landscapes we would see |
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Beneath my surface the water's heating |
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The steam comes up and out the tears you see me shine |
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For every strange and bitter moment |
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There was never a better time |
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For every pleasure exacts its pain |
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How you hurt me, how you were good to me |
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Beneath my window a mournful train |
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That makes me smile at my bad poetry |
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But beneath my surface a song is rising |
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And it may be simple well it hides it's true intent |
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We may be a looking for our deliverance |
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But it has already been sent |
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It's in the nightfall when the light falls |
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And what you've seen isn't there anymore |
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It's in our blind trust, love will find us |
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Just like it has before |
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They're sending soldiers to distant places |
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X's and O's on someones drawing board |
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Like green and plastic but with human faces |
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And they want to tell you it's a merciful sword |
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But with all the blood newly dried in the desert |
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Can we not fertilize the land with something else |
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There is no nation by |
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God exempted |
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Lay down your weapons and love your neighbor as yourself |
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It's in the nightfall when the light falls |
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And what you've seen isn't there anymore |
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It's through our blind trust that love will find us |
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Just like it has before |
